Philip the Bastard. Show me the very wound of this ill news:
I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.

Hubert de Burgh. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk:
I left him almost speechless; and broke out
2605To acquaint you with this evil, that you might
The better arm you to the sudden time,
Than if you had at leisure known of this.

Hubert de Burgh. Why, know you not? the lords are all come back,
And brought Prince Henry in their company;
2615At whose request the king hath pardon'd them,
And they are all about his majesty.

Philip the Bastard. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven,
And tempt us not to bear above our power!
I'll tell tree, Hubert, half my power this night,
2620Passing these flats, are taken by the tide;
These Lincoln Washes have devoured them;
Myself, well mounted, hardly have escaped.
Away before: conduct me to the king;
I doubt he will be dead or ere I come.
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